Into this pit of knives
Razor sharp fire and ice
A land where we can dream
Summer sun with a lively glow
Closing my eyes as my body flows
Into a river of wishful thinking
Glacial green canopy of trees
Shades my ever after
Sinking into pitch night black
Eating frozen wounds on rocks
That break with the sea
Naming contraband as it comes along
To my weeps
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Author:
Noah (
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Comments1
Very intriguing read and very nice.
Keep it up Noah
-Theta
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